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It's Not a Threat, it's a Promise

a message to fascists who keep playing with fire

By CT IdlehousePublished 11 months ago • 1 min read
Top Story - November 2025
(art credit: Barbara Kelley)

We showed you our numbers,

Yet, you didn't get the message.

Now you've weaponized hunger,

And think you're an invincible threat.

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His pathetic birthday show,

Still sticks in his craw.

He's a braindead old pervert,

Who thinks he's over the law.

Humpty Dumpty needs to have a great fall,

How you gonna build a ballroom when you can't build a wall?

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Fascists deserve caskets,

There's no need to mask it.

There's no decorum in a war,

And you aren't winning again.

There's no red hats without hatred,

There's no kings in this office,

You'll all be gone one day:

That's not a threat, it's a promise.

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Your bruised hands are bloody,

From the lives you've ruined.

All the little girls and women,

And all the dead children.

/

One day you'll be a chapter,

In a dusty old history text.

All the people who survived you,

Will hold you in contempt.

Humpty Dumpty fell from his throne,

Here's hoping you collapse into a pile of gilded bones.

/

Fascists deserve caskets,

There's no need to mask it.

There's no decorum in a war,

And you aren't winning again.

There's no red hats without hatred,

There's no kings in this office,

You'll all be gone one day:

That's not a threat, it's a promise.

/

Humpty Dumpty tried to build a wall...

Humpty Dumpty isn't that tall.

I hope that all of his horses and all of his men,

Are fed to the worms and never heard again.

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    Written by CT Idlehouse